Wendy
"I am too heavy." I whispered, completely dumbfounded.
"You are lighter than you should be." Reed countered as he carried me up the wide stone steps toward the double doors.
I buried my burning face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his cedar scent.
As he carried me across the threshold of our home, holding me as if I were the most precious thing in the world, I felt incredibly safe.
The doors were pulled open from the inside before Reed even had to reach for the handle.
"Welcome home, Sir. Welcome home, Madam.” A older man in a tailored suit greeted us. He bowed his head respectfully.
Reed gave him a curt nod. "Thank you, Arthur. Have Nancy prepare the downstairs guest suite for my wife. I don't want her navigating the stairs for the next few days."
"Right away, Sir."
